#Sombrero Ranches

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Great American Horse Drive (6) by Jeff Goldberg

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content: 825 words. fluff, lil suggestive (mostly in another language), spanish speaking wolfwood, cowboy/vaquero wolfwood

Cowboy!Wolfwood who needs a farmhand for his ranch. He sees the desperation in your eyes as you peruse the shops in town, and offers you the position.

Cowboy!Wolfwood who is smooth in every way possible, all lingering gazes, hot, fleeting touches as he instructs and shows you how to fix the gate fencing in his cattle. The first time he brought you to his ranch miles away from town, he hopped off his horse and immediately helped you down as well, but instead of letting go of your hands, he gripped them tighter, turning them over this way and that, inspecting something you perhaps hadn’t seen. Your heart rate increases, a blush spreading along your body as he rubs his callused hands and fingers against the soft flesh of your own. “Que delicadas…” he muses, and drops your hands, sadly, the warmth of him whisked away with the biting wind.

Cowboy!Wolfwood dresses always in his signature suede sombrero, with a black and silver embroidered poncho constantly hiding the matching black underneath, the only difference being the brown leather chaps just running short from the bottom of his dirtied and muddy boots that stomp down the hallway early in the morning, rousing you from your sleep in your assigned bedroom. It’s an outfit that wouldn’t be flattering if it were on anyone else but Wolfwood. 

Cowboy!Wolfwood and you slowly become used to each other’s company, working in fluidity to keep the ranch running like a well-oiled machine. You discover he has a joking side to him once the ice thaws between the two of you, cracking constant jokes at you with a toothpick lodged between his teeth–a habit he now has as he attempts to kick cigarettes since you mentioned you hate the smell. 

As easygoing as he is, he takes his ranch responsibilities seriously. You watch as he rides his stallion, hands off from the reins as he twirls and lassos a stray calf, muscled thighs hugging his steed, hips following the rhythm of her trotting. Your eyes never leave his form, your body hot from watching his. A loud whistle cuts through your ogling.

“Mind opening the gate?” he shouts, chuckling at your stuttering. You quickly open it for him, watching as he guides the calf inside to join her herd. He stops in front of you, poking fun at your flustered state.

“I just think you ride Angelina so gracefully! I wish I could ride a horse as good as you.” 

He laughs lowly and moves to leave through the gates, but not before you hear him mumble “tengo algo más que puedes montar…”

Cowboy!Wolfwood isn’t just a cowboy living on the outskirts of a town that welcomes him, but he also holds the duty of a priest, going into town for Sunday morning mass, shaking hands with everyone, exchanging easygoing smiles and inquiries into each and every person’s daily life. From your spot across the street, you would think he was a different man from the one who curses when he gets a splinter, but a glance down erases all doubt as you see the same dirty boots that traverse the ranch home’s hallways peeking out from his priestly garments.

“Not very Catholic of you to wear your boots with those robes you know. Why not wear the dress shoes you have shoved in the back of the hallway closet?”

He leans down from behind to whisper in your ear, rosary gracing your shoulder. 

“It’s simply not how I work, mi cielo,” his answer comes quickly, quick enough that he’s conversing with a blonde churchgoer by the time you whip your head around. 

Cowboy!Wolfwood’s lingering gazes no longer linger, the grazing touches turning into caresses even in the midst of your duties. Your bantering and joking only intensify as does your chemistry, but Wolfwood begins to throw in more flattering remarks about your work, and you. Mi alma. Corazón. Tesoro. His nicknames for you begin to flow and ebb seamlessly into your conversations, so smoothly said that you nearly miss them each time. But he never turns his loving words into actions. You begin to get impatient.

Cowboy!Wolfwood’s eyes widen, his toothpick falling from his lips.

 “Come again?” he asks you. 

“Si no me besas en el próximo momento, ya me voy de aquí. Wolfwood, please.” 

He crosses the distance between you in half the time it would usually take him. 

“How long have you known what I have been saying?” he begs you, the embarrassment evident on his tanned cheeks, the callused hands you have been dreaming of holding you like that first day coming up to caress your jaw. 

“Desde el día que te conocí,” you say. Since I met you… I have loved you since the day I met you. 

He brings his face down to you, soft and sun-chapped lips meeting yours, his sombrero tipping to fall to the dirt behind him. 

a/n: pspsps @ayyydra and @aboveweirdest for all our screaming about cowboy wolfwood, i deliver some HCs xoxo

i tried to keep it gender neutral as possible but damn spanish is a very gender heavy language (that being said, there is many nicknames i wanted wolfwood to call you e.g. precioso/a (precious), hermoso/a (beautiful), querido/a (beloved) but the ones i wrote out are for everyone.

some translations:

“Que delicadas…” = "How delicate..."

"Tengo algo más que puedes montar…"= "I have something else you can ride..."

"Mi cielo. Mi alma. Corazón. Tesoro." = My heaven/sky/darling (idk it can mean many things). My soul. My heart. My treasure.

“Si no me besas en el próximo momento, ya me voy de aquí." = "If you don't kiss me in the next moment, I'm leaving this place."

"Desde el día que te conocí." = "Since the day I met you."

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Portrait of a Mexican Vaquero Horseman by Frederic Remington, 1890.

I was inspired to post this painting after reading the following myth-busting excerpt from an article in 'The Week' magazine (3 February 2024, p.15). It is a brief summary of a column written by Tom Zoellner in the Los Angeles Times, titled 'The Ironic Truth About Cowboys':

You won't find many real cowboys in Arizona these days, says Tom Zoellner. Visit the State Capitol, though, and you'll see lots of fake ones. Republican lawmakers are so fond of cowboy hats and bolo ties that some of their gatherings resemble "a family reunion out of Wyatt Earp days". Western attire has become a badge of identity, used to "project a conservative image of toughness, independence and suspicion of government". For some of these politicians, one suspects, it may also connect to a cherished fantasy of a simpler - and dare one say it, whiter - age. This is ironic on many levels. "As a profession, cowboying flourished only for a brief period, roughly from 1865 to 1895." It was a low-paid job that grew out of the Mexican vaquero tradition, not anything brought by Anglo settlers. The cowboy hat is "a modified sombrero", and the lingo of the trade - lariat, corral, chaps - comes from Spanish. The supposed golden age of ranching was also heavily dependent on "government largesse": it only persisted because of generous public grazing leases and federal dams. So when Arizona lawmakers dress up like cowboys, they're paying homage not to an era of "rugged individualism", but to "a Washington-driven economy subsidised by taxpayers."

Further reading (disclaimer - I've not read it yet!):

'How Mexican Vaqueros Inspired the American Cowboy' - link here.

See previous post of Remington's portrait of a Native American on horseback (link here).

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(019) Die drei ??? und der Teufelsberg

Klappentext

Auch wenn man nicht an Gespenster glaubt, bei einem abendlichen Spaziergang durchs Tal der Wehklagen können einem schon die Haare zu Berge stehen. Klar, dass unsere drei Detektive dem schauerlichen Heulen, dem das Tal seinen Namen verdankt, nachgehen müssen. Das jeden Abend einsetzende Stöhnen scheint aus einer Höhle im Teufelsberg zu kommen, doch sobald man sie betritt, herrscht Ruhe. Sollte an den Gerüchten, dass El Diablo, ein offiziell totgesagter Bandit, dort umgeht, doch etwas dransein?

Veröffentlichungshistorie

Buch (Random House): 010, 1968, William Arden, The Mystery of the Moaning Cave Buch (Kosmos): 013, 1974, Leonore Puschert (aus dem Amerikanischen übertragen) Hörspiel (Europa): 019, 1980

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Handlungsort

Santa Clara (vermutlich)

Kategorie

Spuk, Diebstahl

Figuren

Justus Jonas

Peter Shaw

Bob Andrews

Mr. Dalton, Besitzer der Ranch

Cardigo, Arbeitet auf der Ranch

Luke Hardin, Vorarbeiter der Ranch

Mrs. Dalton, Frau von Mr. Dalton

Prof. Walsh, Historiker der Geschichte Kaliforniens / Laszlo Viktor, Diamantendieb (😈)

Ben Jackson, Prospektor

Waldo Turner, Prospektor

Castro, Junge der auf der Ranch arbeitet (keine Sprechrolle)

Marinetaucher (kein Name genannt)

Mr. Reston, Detektiv



🏖 Rocky Beach Universum

Orte

Pazifik Küste

El Diablos Höhle, eine Höhle im Tal der Wehklagen

Tal der Wehklagen, ein Areal auf dem Gebiet der Mendoza Ranch

Santa Clara, Stadt

Nevada, Mr. Reston kommt von dort

Einrichtungen

Mendoza Ranch

Bibliothek in Santa Clara

Sonstiges

Die Natives haben eine Sage, dass ein blankes, schwarzes Ungeheuer in einem Wasserloch in der El Diablo Höhle lebt

El Diablo war wie eine Art Robin Hood und wurde 1898 festgenommen, floh aber wieder und versteckte sich in den Höhlen im jetzigen Tal der Wehklagen.

Justus ist alleine mit Peter unterwegs und spricht Peters unfehlbaren Orientierungssinn an. In der Folge "... und das Auge des Drachen (113)" sagt Justus erneut, dass Peter einen guten Orientierungssinn hat und Bob fragt: "Seit wann denn das?!"



🛼 Sonstiges

Lustige Dialoge

Justus: "Vielleicht ist es El Diablo selbst." Peter: "Du bist ja nicht bei Trost! Wir glauben doch nicht an Gespenster."

Bob: "Über Gespenster ist noch nicht das letzte Wort gesprochen! Allerdings sind wir noch nie einem richtigen begegnet."

Peter: "Urghlwärblghlbghlbghlb." Justus: "Peter, hör' doch mal auf! Das stört!" Peter: *Schluck* "Na schön." [Peter gurgelt wohl, aber es wird nicht explizit erwähnt oder erklärt, was dieses Geräusch war.]

Justus: "Sind Sie Froschmann von der Marine?"

Phrasenschwein

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🏳️‍🌈 Queer/diversity read

Shippy moments

Bob: "Weißt du, was Justus vor hat, Peter?" Peter: "Och, keine Ahnung!"

Peter: "Ich kann mich nicht halten! Bob hilf mir! Bob, ich stürze ab!" Bob: "Ich kann nicht! Ich auch!" [Nahezu identischer Dialog in "... und der unheimliche Drache (007)"]

Diversity, Political Correctness and Feminism

Die Folge hat auf Spotify einen Disclaimer, dass diese Folge ein "Produkt ihrer Zeit ist" und womöglich diskriminierende Inhalte haben kann. Aber im Grunde ist sie genau so schlimm, wie andere Folge auch, siehe "Indianer" etc.

Die drei kaufen sich mexikanische Sombreros, weil in Santa Clara "Fiesta" ist

Menschen verkleiden sich als Indianer

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Western Beauty

Western wear is a category of men's and women's clothing which derives its unique style from the clothes worn in the 19th century Wild West. It ranges from accurate historical reproductions of American frontier clothing, to the stylized garments popularized by Western film and television or singing cowboys such as Gene Autry and Roy Rogers in the 1940s and 1950s. It continues to be a fashion choice in the West and Southwestern United States, as well as people associated with country music or Western lifestyles, for example the various Western or Regional Mexican music styles. Western wear typically incorporates one or more of the following, Western shirts with pearl snap fasteners and vaquero design accents, blue jeans, cowboy hat, a leather belt, and cowboy boots.

Hat

Lawman Bat Masterson wearing a bowler hat. In the early days of the Old West, it was the bowler hat rather than the slouch hat, centercrease (derived from the army regulation Hardee hat), or sombrero that was the most popular among cowboys as it was less likely to blow out off in the wind.The hats worn by Mexican rancheros and vaqueros inspired the modern day cowboy hats.By the 1870s, however, the Stetson had become the most popular cowboy hat due to its use by the Union Cavalry as an alternative to the regulation blue kepi.

Stampede strings were installed to prevent the hat from being blown off when riding at speed. These long strings were usually made from leather or horsehair. Typically, the string was run half-way around the crown of a cowboy hat, and then through a hole on each side with its ends knotted and then secured under the chin or around the back of the head keeping the hat in place in windy conditions or when riding a horse.

The tall white ten gallon hats traditionally worn by movie cowboys were of little use for the historical gunslinger as they made him an easy target, hence the preference of lawmen like Wild Bill Hickok, Wyatt Earp and Bat Masterson for low-crowned black hats.

Originally part of the traditional Plains Indian clothing, coonskin caps were frequently worn by mountain men like Davy Crockett for their warmth and durability. These were revived in the 1950s following the release of a popular Disney movie starring Fess Parker.

Shirt

1950s style Western shirt with snap fastenings of the type popularized by singing cowboys A Western shirt is a traditional item of Western wear characterized by a stylized yoke on the front and on the back. It is generally constructed of chambray, denim or tartan fabric with long sleeves, and in modern form is sometimes seen with snap pockets, patches made from bandana fabric, and fringe. The "Wild West" era was during the late Victorian era, hence the direct similarity of fashion.

A Western dress shirt is often elaborately decorated with piping, embroidered roses and a contrasting yoke. In the 1950s these were frequently worn by movie cowboys like Roy Rogers or Clayton Moore's Lone Ranger. Derived from the elaborate Mexican vaquero costumes like the guayabera, these were worn at rodeos so the cowboy could be easily identifiable. Buffalo Bill was known to wear them with a buckskin fringe jacket during his Wild West shows and they were fashionable for teenagers in the 1970s and late 2000s.

Another common type of Western shirt is the shield-front shirt worn by many US Cavalry troopers during the American Civil War but originally derived from a red shirt issued to prewar firefighters. The cavalry shirt was made of blue wool with yellow piping and brass buttons and was invented by the flamboyant George Armstrong Custer. In recent times this shield-front shirt was popularised by John Wayne in Fort Apache and was also worn by rockabilly musicians like the Stray Cats.

In 1946, Papa Jack Wilde put snap buttons on the front, and pocket flaps on the Western shirt, and established Rockmount Ranch Wear.

Coat When a jacket is required there is a wide choice available for both linedancers and historical re-enactors. Cowboy coats originated from charro suits and were passed down to the vaqueros who later introduced it to the american cowboys. These include frock coats, ponchos popularised by Clint Eastwood's Spaghetti Westerns, short Mexican jackets with silver embroidery, fringe jackets popular among outlaw country, southern rock and 1980s heavy metal bands, and duster coats derived from originals worn in the Wild West. More modern interpretations include leather waistcoats inspired by the biker subculture and jackets with a design imitating the piebald color of a cow. Women may wear bolero jackets derived from the Civil War era zouave uniforms, shawls, denim jackets in a color matching their skirt or dress, or a fringe jacket like Annie Oakley.

For more formal occasions inhabitants of the West might opt for a suit with "smile" pockets, piping and a yoke similar to that on the Western shirts. This can take the form of an Ike jacket, leisure suit or three-button sportcoat. Country and Western singer Johnny Cash was known to wear an all-black Western suit, in contrast to the elaborate Nudie suits worn by stars like Elvis Presley and Porter Wagoner.The most elaborate western wear is the custom work created by rodeo tailors such as Nudie Cohn and Manuel, which is characterized by elaborate embroidery and rhinestone decoration. This type of western wear, popularized by country music performers, is the origin of the phrase rhinestone cowboy.

Trousers

Cowboy wearing leather chaps at a rodeo

A Texas tuxedo comprising a denim jacket, boots and jeans. In the early days of the Wild West trousers were made out of wool. In summer canvas was sometimes used. This changed during the Gold Rush of the 1840s when denim overalls became popular among miners for their cheapness and breathability. Levi Strauss improved the design by adding copper rivets and by the 1870s this design was adopted by ranchers and cowboys. The original Levi's jeans were soon followed by other makers including Wrangler jeans and Lee Cooper. These were frequently accessorised with kippy belts featuring metal conchos and large belt buckles.

Leather chaps were often worn to protect the cowboy's legs from cactus spines and prevent the fabric from wearing out.Two common types include the skintight shotgun chaps and wide batwing chaps. The latter were sometimes made from hides retaining their hair (known as "woolies") rather than tanned leather. They appeared on the Great Plains somewhere around 1887.

Women wore knee-length prairie skirts,red or blue gingham dresses or suede fringed skirts derived from Native American dress. Saloon girls wore short red dresses with corsets, garter belts and stockings.After World War II, many women, returning to the home after working in the fields or factories while the men were overseas, began to wear jeans like the men.

Neckwear

Working cowboy wearing a bandana or "wild rag," 1880s During the Victorian era, gentlemen would wear silk cravats or neckties to add color to their otherwise sober black or grey attire. These continued to be worn by respectable Westerners until the early 20th century. Following the Civil War it became common practice among working class veterans to loosely tie a bandana around their necks to absorb sweat and keep the dust out of their faces. This practise originated in the Mexican War era regular army when troops threw away the hated leather stocks (a type of collar issued to soldiers) and replaced them with cheap paisley kerchiefs.

Another well-known Western accessory, the bolo tie, was a pioneer invention reputedly made from an expensive hatband. This was a favorite for gamblers and was quickly adopted by Mexican charros, together with the slim "Kentucky" style bowtie commonly seen on stereotypical Southern gentlemen like Colonel Sandersor Boss Hogg. In modern times it serves as formal wear in many western states, notably Montana, New Mexico

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Including the pencil drawing because I feel like my inking always looks bad. Ignore the ghost of his rifle please.

This is Tomohiro Takeda, later Tomkage Takeda, also known as Minamoto-no-Tomohiro formally in Japan and Tómas Takeda in Mexico.

Tomokage started as an idea I thought would be cool and started fleshing out as I wrote about him more. I thought a serape and a charro sombrero would suit his ronin look, paired with the sword and the scabbard. I promise the rifle's on his horse and his revolver's on his right hip. I also initially planned for him to have a noh mask Netsuke attached to his belt next to his sword. If you're interested in what I've written about him, I've linked to my AO3 on my account. Tomo's history under the cut bc I like writing about him.

Tomokage was the adoptive son of a minor samurai of the Niwa clan in the Nihonmatsu province, Kiyomori Takeda. Though Tomokage was raised with an education in Western history and culture in light of the country's emergence from isolation, Kiyomori insisted on a traditional education alongside it, leaving Tomokage with a strong connection with the more traditional ideal of a samurai. Tomokage devoted himself mostly to training in martial arts and studying poetry and classical literature, partially out of passion, and partially out of an effort to isolate himself. Tomokage has a sort of "Don Quixote" relationship to Samurai, obsessed with the idea of them moreso than the reality, though he experienced a long period of disillusion during the Boshin War and following his desertion to Mexico in 1868 when Imperial Forces took Edo.

Tomokage worked briefly as a fisherman on the coast of Sonora where he arrived before taking an opportunity to work on a ranch further into the desert, owing to his affection for horses. It was not long after he started ranching that he started attending local services ran out of an old, small mission, mostly converted into a hospital, where he took a Christian name and joined the small staff at the hospital, finding it the closest to a Buddhist lifestyle available after he left Japan. After an incident in town wherein Tomokage killed three soldiers, he resolved to leave and start work as a caravan guard, where his story starts proper.

Tomokage, unbeknownst to him before the start of his story, is half Kitsune on his mother's side, who gave him to his father in the first place. Though this is a boon to him after the start of his story, namely the fact that he can only be killed by a strike to the heart, it has mostly caused him trouble, namely in the form of his troubled mental health and occasional episodes wherein he tends to wander, particularly when under stress, in crowded environments, and near nature. His episodes are paired with a phobia of dogs and a profound lack of social and speaking skills. Most are surprised to hear him sound just as stilted in his native language as in Spanish. This resulted in Kiyomori's deep concern for the family name.

After the start of the story, Tomokage officially changes his name from Tomohiro owing to his new "lord," Tezcatlipoca, Nahua god of darkness, magic, and vengeance. Tomokage's loyalty is absolute in this regard, though he seems not to entirely understand the foreign god's nature.

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Devenez la Calamity Jane des temps modernes

La maison Dior avait donné le ton lors des défilés Croisière 2018 : un vent d'ouest souffle sur la mode. À l'honneur chez de nombreux créateurs lors des défilés automne-hiver 2018, le style " Far West " s'impose comme une des tendances de la saison. Il est donc temps de sortir franges et santiags pour un look digne de Calamity Jane. Si le style western est remis au goût du jour chaque été, 2018 n'a pas fait exception. Cependant les créateurs et grandes maisons n'en sont pas restés là. En effet, le far west a également été une source d'inspiration forte pour les collections automne-hiver. Une tendance Calamity Jane insufflée par les défilés automne-hiver C'est avec Isabel Marant et Coach 1941 que débute notre voyage dans le grand ouest. Leurs défilés automne hiver 2018 nous ont transportés. Comment? Grâce à ces magnifiques looks jonglant entre ponchos et vestes à franges ou en fourrure, sans oublier les bottines ... et des frange! Evidemment ! Dolce&Gabbana et Versace ont, de leur côté, choisi de présenter des tenues hautes en couleurs mais toujours inspirées de l'univers western. Long manteau noir, sombrero cordobes noir, chemise cloutée noire. Que de sobriété et de classe pour Alberta Ferreti, davantage connue pour ses robes romantiques et colorées. Et c'est enfin avec le défilé DSquared2 que le terme Cowgirl (Ndlr : "Vachère" en anglais) aura pris tout son sens, avec ses motifs bovins sur chemises à motif tartan et ses vestes bouffantes à boucles, nous voilà propulsés dans un ranch ou un concours de rodéo. Du désert à nos dressings Pièces à franges, à boucles ou arborant des motifs bovins, le far west fait non seulement sa loi sur les podiums mais également dans les dressings. Si les plus audacieuses opteront pour un total look, il faut cependant veiller à ne pas en faire trop. La modération est donc de mise quant au choix des pièces à associer. Dans la suite de cet article vous trouverez donc des conseils pour adopter le style de Calamity Jane sans faire de votre tenue le costume d'Halloween parfait. - UNE ROBE. À motifs tartans ou floraux, une robe fluide vous assure un look bohème et romantique qu'on pourrait croire sortie d'un clip de country. Qu'elle soit longue ou mi-longue, elle s'agrémentera volontiers d'un foulard noué autour du cou ou d'une ceinture à boucle pour donner un style far west à votre tenue. Crédit: Naf Naf - UN BLOUSON. Crédit: ASOS Le blouson est un indispensable de la panoplie de cowgirl. En denim pour accompagner une robe fleurie ou en cuir au-dessus d'un jean, il saura parfaire vos tenues. Et s'il y a des franges, c'est encore mieux - DES BOTTES. Calamity Jane ne serait pas Calamity Jane sans ses bottes ! Si les véritables santiags peuvent paraître légèrement onéreuses pour les bourses les plus modestes, de nombreuses alternatives s'offrent à vous. De magnifiques cuissardes en daim se marieront à merveille avec une robe mi-longue à motifs. Mais vous pouvez également opter pour des bottines basses à associer à un pantalon et une chemise à motif tartan.  Crédit: ASOS - DES ACCESSOIRES. Crédit: Mango Sûrement les éléments les plus importants d'une tenue réussie, les accessoires font loi dans l'ouest sauvage. Que ce soit un chapeau, une ceinture épaisse à boucle, un poncho ou encore un foulard noué autour du cou, ils peuvent être multipliés sur une tenue sobre ou isolés avec une tenue au style déjà bien marqué. Les bijoux ethniques sont également une valeur sûre et mon petit plus : les pointes de col, qui sauront donner à n'importe laquelle de vos chemises un air de far-west. Crédit: ASOS Pour résumer, que vous soyez séduite par l'idée d'adopter la panoplie complète ou plus dans la retenue, être une Calamity Jane des temps modernes relève avant tout de la subtilité. Voilà nos conseils pour un look country tout en finesse: - Ne portez pas plus d'une pièce forte à la fois, il ne faut pas en faire trop. - Les couleurs naturelles sont à privilégier : Noir, Beige, Marron, Camel, Orange. - Pour les matières, on privilégiera le cuir, le daim et le denim. - Ne lésinez pas sur les accessoires si vous choisissez une tenue sobre. - Des franges, des franges et encore des franges ! A lire également : Capsule wardrobe, s'habiller autrement Read the full article

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The West Australian goes behind the scenes of our client RAC Arena as Executive Chef Paul Beard shows readers inside the kitchen for Perth’s Blink-182 show

As with all shows, Beard and consulting chef Stephen Clarke created a bespoke menu for Blink-182 fans in the suites.

The premium menu, which cost $95 per person, featured California roll sushi, Happy Holidays hotdogs and salad with “dude ranch” dressing — a nod to the band’s second album, Dude Ranch.

A highlight was the Sombrero’s baked brisket burritos, a reference to Blink-182’s favourite Mexican restaurant in San Diego mentioned in 1997 hit Josie.

Beard said creating unique menus for each event was “just to have some fun” and keep things interesting for the Arena catering team, which swells from four full-time staff to an army of nearly 300 for concerts and Wildcats games.

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Sombrero Capital Unveiling the Vibrant Heart of Mexican Culture

Mexico, a country renowned for its rich culture, stunning landscapes, and delicious cuisine, is a land of diverse traditions and history. Among its many iconic symbols, the sombrero stands tall as a symbol of Mexican heritage. While sombreros are found all over the country, there is one place that is often referred to as the "Sombrero Capital," a city that encapsulates the essence of this emblematic headwear and showcases its cultural significance - Guadalajara.

Guadalajara: A Glimpse into Mexican Tradition

Guadalajara, the capital of the state of Jalisco, is more than just a bustling metropolis; it's a city that weaves the story of Mexico's diverse and vibrant culture. Known as the "Pearl of the West," Guadalajara is a city that's deeply rooted in its traditions and proudly displays its Mexican identity. One of its most recognizable symbols is the sombrero, which has a long and storied history in this city.

The History of the Sombrero in Guadalajara

The sombrero, a wide-brimmed hat made from various materials, has been an integral part of Mexican culture for centuries. It has evolved over time, adapting to the different regions and climates of Mexico. Guadalajara, with its warm and arid climate, became a hub for sombrero production due to its ideal conditions for cultivating the raw materials, such as agave fibers and palm leaves, necessary for crafting these iconic hats.

The city's artisans perfected the art of sombrero-making, combining traditional craftsmanship with modern techniques. Each sombrero produced in Guadalajara is a masterpiece, reflecting the skill and dedication of the local artisans. The sombrero industry in Guadalajara has not only preserved the heritage of Mexican headwear but has also contributed significantly to the city's economy.

Sombrero Styles and Variations

Guadalajara is known for producing a variety of sombrero styles, each with its unique characteristics. The most famous among them is the "Charro" sombrero, which is often associated with traditional Mexican cowboys. It features a high crown, a wide brim, and is typically adorned with intricate embroidery, making it a symbol of Mexican ranching culture. Guadalajara's Charro sombreros are prized for their quality and craftsmanship, making them sought-after souvenirs for visitors and collectors alike.

Celebrating the Sombrero in Guadalajara

One of the best times to experience the sombrero's significance in Guadalajara is during the city's annual festivities. The most renowned celebration is the "Fiestas de Octubre," a month-long event that showcases Mexican culture in all its glory. Here, you can witness colorful parades, traditional dances, and of course, the iconic sombreros that adorn the participants.

Guadalajara's Charro Association also plays a vital role in preserving the sombrero's cultural heritage. They organize rodeos, exhibitions, and competitions that highlight the art of rodeo riding and the Charro lifestyle, with participants donning the classic Charro sombrero.

Shopping for Sombreros

Guadalajara offers an array of shopping opportunities for those who want to purchase a sombrero as a memento of their visit. Local markets and specialty stores are brimming with a wide range of sombrero styles, sizes, and prices. Whether you're a collector or just looking for a stylish accessory, you'll find the perfect sombrero to suit your taste and budget.

Guadalajara, often hailed as the "Sombrero Capital," is a city that pays homage to Mexico's rich cultural heritage. The sombrero, with its deep-rooted history and traditional craftsmanship, is a symbol of Mexican identity that is proudly displayed in the heart of this vibrant city. When visiting Guadalajara, you not only get to explore the art of sombrero-making but also immerse yourself in the traditions and celebrations that make Mexico so unique. So, come and experience the magic of Guadalajara, where the sombrero is more than just a hat; it's a cultural treasure that tells the story of a nation.

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Great American Horse Drive (16) by Jeff Goldberg

[una-wea--rara]

Ahora cuéntame una de vaqueros 😉

[okieranchero]

I don't know about ya'll, but I am always looking for punchy clothes that are unique and always have people asking me where I got 'em.This shirt is made by @colddesertclothingco and is purdy darn punchy. The hat can be purchased in Tulsa at @dosamigoswestern. The perfect pair. . . . #punchy #western #ranching #cowboy #cowgirl #westernshirt #graphictees #colddesertclothingco #hat #cowboyhat #sombraro #wildrags #buckaroo #vaquero #superpuncher #sombrero #charro #charra #explore #caballo #parati #charreria #turquoise #menstyle #mensboutique https://www.instagram.com/p/CJvo_NjlRx5/?igshid=x1uvyoquyne0

[omgthatdress]

Man's Ranch Hat

1930s

The Philadelphia Museum of Art

"John B. Stetson of Philadelphia is credited with inventing the cowboy hat in the 1860s, based on the sombreros of Mexican vaqueros. Although undoubtedly utilitarian, with a protective wide brim and insulating high crown, by the early twentieth century the large hats had become part of the romanticized image of the American cowboy. This hat, made by a New York firm, has a hot pink satin lining that seems more suited to a screen Western than a ranch or roundup."

[sleepdeprivedqueer]

So, since I have been getting back into Red Dead Redemption, I went ahead and made myself an oc. At some point, I will get the pic of my online character. But I dont know when that will be, but I shall try my best to describe her for a fanfic.

Name: Michelle Iris

Birth town: Tumbleweed, New Austin

Parents: unknown

A supppsed to be father figure: Flaco Hernandez

Gang: Del Lobos/Dutch Van Der Linde

Height: 5'3

Weight: 146 lbs

Age: 24

Hair length: To her breast

Hair color: Dark brown/some points black

Horse: A blue roan Missouri Fox Trotter mare named Splash

Body type: Curvy but has a little bit of added thickness to her tummy, ass and thighs.

Winter clothing: A black leather jacket that buttons on the side with a blue, purple, and whitr poncho wrapled around her shoulders. Leather fingerless gloves, normal pants with knee high boots.

Spring like weather (Like the Heartlands and Big Valley): A gray leather jacket that buttons on the side, same leather fingerless gloves, normal pants and knee high boots. Or a plain white shirt without buttons wearing a black leather long jacket over it, pants, same boots, sleeves rolled up with the gloves.

Summer like clothing: A red or white shirt with any vest that she has, sleeves rolled up.

Pistols: Two blue and gold Volcanic pistols.

Main rifle: Bolt Action.

Main repeater: Lanchester.

Main Shotgun: Pump Action.

Hat(s): A sombrero and then a normal western white leather hat.

Any close members in the gang: Héctor Secada.

Personality: Playful, tease, curious, caring, supportive, is that one friend who is everybody's therapist, loyal, protective, trusting, anxious, that one person who will try to earn respect, one scary noise and she is out of there, or she will try to fight the person, creature, thing, or ghost, maybe even a ghost, seductive.

Hobbies: Sight seeing, exploring, night trail rides and or early morning/sunset trail rides.

Favorite place on the map: Big Valley.

Past story: A runaway from Tumbleweed who ended up killing three Del Lobos, brutally. Getting trapped inside a barn after a group of Del Lobos found her blood covered bodies and the hellish bloody bodies. A member of the group, Héctor, watched her, befriended her, and then convinced thr group to let her go. Not fully but to keep her free but she needed to stay at the ranch. But her acts weren't forgotten and she would be called a witch or 'devils daughter'. Her and Héctor got enough to get two horses, him a brindle buckskin Missouri Fox Trotter stallion and her a blue roan Missouri fox trotter mare. After a year, the two had to be seperated, Héctor needing to go back to Mexico. Michelle being moved up to the mountains with some others to the leader's, Flaco, camp. After being pushed around by them and Flaco ignoring her, she tried to prove herself only to fail at any attempt. It wasn't until she overheard Flaco talking about the near by bears and went to take care of them herself. It didn't go as planned, and got a long slash on her back, being heavily yelled at by Flaco infront of the others, them getting a good laugh out of it. Being tired of trying, after her back was healed, she packed what little things she had and left one night. The next day she found a injured man that was attacked by wolves.

And that's when the story picks up, it is gonna be a Javier Escuella x oc, the man needs lots of love. I will try my best to keep the characters in character, I do not own anyone except my oc, the idea of Héctor, and that's about it. Everything else belongs to Rockstar. I don't know how much or what days I will update, I have been busy these past few weeks with things such as family matters. But I will try, this story will not be light hearted, there will be sex jokes, death, gore, thoughts and talk of sex, murder, basically the game. So it will be for mature readers, I hope any of the readers that read it that you will enjoy it. That's all, have a goodnight, or a good rest of the day. Bye!

[popculturebuffet]

Don Rosa: “The Magnificent Seven (Minus 4) Caballeros!” or City Slickers 3: The Crystal City

Saludos Amigos, the Ride of the Three Caballeros returns! After some time off to take care of other seasonal commissions and to finally get the life and times fo scrooge mcduck back on a steady pace, everyone’s three favorite chappies in snappy serapes are back for another go round.  This time i’ts back to comics one last time as we take a look at “The Magnificent Seven (Minus 4) Caballeros: which was the penultimate story from Duck Maestro Don Rosa, and as a result the final one set in present day, as while the next one would have a wraparound segment, it’s a flashback tiding up the one last bit of Scrooge’s past Rosa hadn’t clicked into place yet, and thus we’ll get to that eventually as part of life and times. And honestly it serves as a fittng and satisfying conclusion to Donald’s story. 

The geneisis of this one is rather simple in comparison to “The Three Caballeros Ride Again!”. Don Rosa REALLY enjoyed writing TTCRA, wanted to have another adventure with Donaldo and his boys, and given the previous story was a huge hit likely had no trouble convincing his publisher. And since he set the first story in Panchito’s home country of mexico, it only made sense to have the next story in Jose’s home country of Brazil. Adding to it Rosa specifically wanted to avoid using the amazon rainforest this go round, as to him pretty much every story involving Brazil focused on the massive and wonderful rainforest. And while a great setting, Rosa knew there was much more to the country and wanted to show it off. And to his credit.. he’s 100% right as i’ve seen dozens upon dozens of stories set in the rainforest but not nearly as many set ANYWHERE ELSE IN BRAZIL. If their lucky we get to see Rio, but that’s about it. So kudos to Rosa for wanting to display more of a beautiful country and show it had more to offer than merely it’s biggest attraction. As for what treasure they’d be after, the lost city of crystal stuck out to him, having been described in a goverment document that was so degraded when it was found there wasn’t much left to go on and searched for by a famous explorer who was the basis for indiana jones whose name I forgot but we’ll run into his name again later. So yeah not as much setup here and what tiny bit is left can be covered when we get to our villian. So with all that out of the way, let’s ride on!

We open with Scrooge firing Donald and throwing his ass out on the street, berating him for screwing up and then telling him to be back early tommorow to make up for his firing. Then Gladstone literally walks all over him becausae he’s a jackass, and Daisy then shrieks at donald for you know, being stuck on the floor, having messed up the shirt she ironed for him without.. actually you know asking for context, HITTING HIM, then telling him to pick her up for dinner at the ritz. 

It’s like this intro was perfectly designed in a lab to piss me off. All three of the characters who on a good day ar excellent but on a bad are outright monsters, at their worst, treating Donald like crap, i.e. the reason to call them monsters, and generally abusing him for flimsy reasons. And again Daisy HIT DONALD. No that’s not right, she shoryukened his ass! She upercutted him! God damn. And her just casually doing that is played for laughs. In a lesser Rosa story this would only get worst and be “oh haw haw”.. instead... to my delighted suprise.. this is all treated seriously. Yeah really. Instead of being treated for laughs like normal, and not being a dark enough work comedically to make it work like say It’s Always Sunny, Donald is seriously depressed, beaten down phsycially and mentlaly and when the boys, who’ve been present for all of this and tried to help him up off the ground, ask why he takes this.. the answer is pretty damn bleak. 

Just.. holy shit that’s dark.. and I applaud Rosa for not only recognizing this isn’t always funny, but for actually tackling it. And I will grant Donald being a butt monkey CAN be funny, especially when it’s caused by his own ego. It’s the basis of his entire career. It’s good stuff. My issue has been more that Rosa sometimes dosen’t get that either some aspects have aged poorly, even by the 90′s, and thus dosen’t adjust them or play them more for drama, sprinkling a bit of that in with the comedy. So to see him do that HERE, to acknowledge in some way his own faults and do something with them.. i’m very proud of him and it warms my heart that he could do something like this that shows he could grow and change, even SECONDS from the end of his career, but with no intention of ending his career at that point or even after finishing his next and last story. It just ended up happening that way and as such this story carries even more weight as for all intensive purposes, this is the final tale of Donald Duck for Don Rosa’s Barksian universe. This is the last big tale before whatever triggers Scrooge’s retirement, the last tale he wrote in the here and now. And while not perfect for some reasons we’ll get to from a character perspective? It’s a pretty good note to go out on. 

Anyways Donald somehow makes this SADDER by mentoing, when Huey, Dewey or Louie tries to make him smile that he hasn’t smiled in some time before sadly loping off to make their dinner before buying daisy’s. 

Yeah... I just.. I need a moment.... Here’s my asistant iwth an important message

Okay i’ve regained my composuer.. and yes I will be shwoing that off at every opportunity. I have generous friends. Now where were we? Ah yes with their uncle in a depression hole, can relate, they figure he needs a nice gift to get him out of it. The boys think he needs friends.. and of course the boys come to mind, though the fact their on the other end of the contient proves a problem.. but Huey, Dewey or Louie has a solution and takes the boys to the Woodchucks because of course they do> Their primary go to for anything is the guide which to be fair contains the entire sum of the world’s knowledge in a guidebook. 

So the boys, with the other two likely filled in on the way, plan becomes clear when they stop by Woodchuck HQ and talk to the guy in charge of the badge department, which ahs a fun acronym because of course it does, this is one of Rosa’s faviorite running gags and mine as well.. I just don’t have it in me stamina wise to type the whole thing out. Point is the boys ask that Donald be used as courier for a special shipment of badge’s to Rio. The authority guy is understandably a bit reluctant to give a non-woodchuck this duty, but the boys remind him that in a previous story, not sure if it’s barks or rosa’s, Donald apparently not only found the last remaning pieces of fort duckberg but saved them from the mill. As a result the Fort, which was the original HQ of the woodchucks until Scrooge threw them out, was apparently rebuilt. So the guy in charge is more than willing to not only give donald the duty, but an open ended plain ticket, i.e a vacation. The Nephews do have to guilt him a bit more to get donald a condsensed pamphlet based on the brazil chapter of the guidebook which at this point seems like overkill. Just.. buy him a guidebook boys. IT’s a bit much to ask that a portion of your heavily guarded and protected text be given to your uncle for a vacation and seems like a tad of a stretch but the gag, including the boys getting badges in guilt and convincing, makes it work. 

So after the boys set off to telegram the rest of the Cabs, we cut to donald arriving in rio, passing christ the redeemer on the way

The Rio Woodchucks greet donald and take the package for him, giving him new orders to go by cable car to the observation deck atop Sugar Loaf Mountain. This is a real mountain in Brazil and frustrated Rosa because he couldn’t find any pictures of what the station looked like in the 1950′s, despite as he put in his notes having eager fans from the region, researchers and other contacts try to find it, settling for having vintage cable cars pulling into modern stations he got from photos from said contacts. If I hadn’t said it before i’ll say it now the man is a BEAST when it comes to getting things acurate, only bending it if it helsp the story and still making sure his drawings are as accurate as possible. It’s one of Rosa’s most adimirable traits. 

Donald took a Donde, some form of streetcar there, hanging on the back and .. uh I have no words for this..

Donald Duck ran into a horse and it farted in his face. Just... why though. This horse naturally is Senior Marteniz, with Panchito currently being thrown out of a cable car for trying to put his horse in there which is fair. What isn’t is people having an issue with his hat. I mean.. people wear hats. I know it’s a bit big for the tight fit of the cable car but still it’s a bit weird to throw a strop about anywhere outside a theater or sports place where he’d be actively obstructing people’s view. And it appears to be the same weirdly crazy asshole.. Imean again the horse thing is resonable but calling it a “crazy hat” I mean yes it’s a big hat.. but ... you you do know mexico exists right? And sombreros? or other cultures at all you weirdly specific douche? 

At the top, after a quick and funny hat swap gag, Panchito reveals the triplets called him here.. as did Jose who assuemd it was  lovely senorita.. who uppercuts him. And it’s STILL more reasonable to uppercut some rando hitting on you, if not by much, than Daisy’s Domestic Abuse. Anyways the three put things together and Donald realizes via flashback the boys hoped his smile would return and said he’d have help. 

Donald, being utterly beaten down by life, apologizes.. but it turns out the boys needed this as much as he did. Jose’s night club career is flopping hard, with his agent unable to get him bookings and Panchito has barely scraped any money together for his ranch dream from last time. It’s a nice touch: That the boys , while having more exciting careers have just as much strife as Donald does and as much problem. It helps make them feel as real as donald, as characters with their own lives and adventures outside of him and their own wants and needs and it really helps the story come alive. Jose however has some suggestions to escape their blues. 

But Panchito suggests instead they go for some adventure and go diamond hunting in the plains of brazil, which the two agree to.. and Donald’s a big gung hoe about carving his way through human flesh.. just jesus man.. get a therapist. Your Ducktales counterpart did and he seems mildly well adjusted. So the adventure is on.. and they all toss their hats.. off a mountain. First thing on the provisoins list hats.  Before we head on I just wanted to point out even though most of my audience here is likely unaware the movie exists that this Comic honestly reminds me of the 1991 comedy City Slickers starring Billy Crystal, Daniel Stern and Bruno Kirby. If your struggling on the name Daniel Stern, think Marv from Home Alone. 

No.. the RIGHT marv. I may not be a huge fan of Home Alone but we respect Daniel sterns in this house. And yes if you didn’t know French Stewart played Marv in one of the sequels now you do. And i’m sorry you know that. 

There we go. Right Marv and Wrong Dad from Christmas story. Back on point City Slickers is a terrific comedy I finally saw a few weeks back about three friends all facing mid life crisises, with Billy Crystal being unsatisfied with his career and undsure WHY he does, Daniel Sterns having cheated on his shrewish wife with one of his employees whose also now pregnant, and Bruno Kirby being a ladies man whose faced with the prosepct of settling down, go for a weeks vacation to a cattle drive, as Brunos character tends to set up these trips but this time they actually need it. They encounter cows, assholes and a cowpoke named Curly. It’s pretty good. 

But yeah they both feel kinda similar, if with far less drama and crumbling marraiges on the cabs end because you know, this is for children. I’m pretty sure it’s just a concidence but given Rosa’s love of film, even if it’s more 30′s and 40′s films, and how the City Slickers seems right up his alley, I wouldn’t he suprised if he saw it and simply took some slight inspiration from it. Either way the similarity makes me giggle a bit. Again the plots aren’t all the same but the basic setup is about the same, complete with the main character’s family making sure he goes. It’s a bit of a stretch but I thought it was pointing out and while this review is comissioned, how I go about it isn’t so if I want to take a few paragraphs to compare this to an excellent comedy you should defintely see with two underated actors, maybe three i know nothing of bruno kirby other than the man had horse allergies and thus had to take heavy medication every day so good on him, and a lot of fun. 

So our premise and pastiche firmly in place, our heroes fly out to the frontier to adventure and Donald even thought ahead on them needing two more mounts and bought them from the local farmer for 100 bucks: It turns out their a llama, who jose takes and an old ox which donald reluctantly takes and wonders how to steer.. which I just got the double pun. Nice touch.

So our heroes head on with Donald expressing suprise they aren’t in the jungle like the movies, Jose correcting him, you get the bit he’s going for. But as they travel Donald not only breaks out the pamphlet but also , once jose mentions finding el dorado, casually mentions he and Scrooge already found it in columbia, and when Jose incrediously mentions that maybe he also already found the lost mines of the incas.. turns out yeah they did that too. Dont’ know if it was a barks or rosa story for either, since I didn’t check that part of Rosa’s notes, but it brings the scene into greatness as the boys not only belivie donald and figure he’s not pulling their legs.. but marvel at his life. And it’s here Donald smiles a bit.. he’s already got his smile back realizing that as miserable as his life can be.. he’s still seen and done things no man, even his globetrotting pals, has sever done before or sense. Found long lost places, solved mysteries and rewrote history.. sometimes literally sometimes in the “found things that changed historical knowledge” sense. Point is.. he realizes he has more to his life than he thought and maybe it isn’t so miserable after all. 

Donald also mentions the local waters are filled with stuff and the other Cabs mounts quickly climb on his continuting the gag of the Cabs assuming donald’s some big expert by accident. For me personally it varies in how funny it is, sometimes it’s grating othertimes it’s genuinelly pretty good, your mileage will vary. We then get a page and a half of slapstick with various animals and this gag repeated and it’s eh. Not bad, and there’s a REALLY great visual bit where donald gets squeezed by an anaconda and not only is he comically and tightly squeezeled, but it takes a few panels for it to wear off. Other than that not bad stuff but nothing especially new or really that funny. 

Our heroes soon find a pit trap.. and a capybara in said pit trap.. which I also give myself credit for recognizing on sight. Who dosen’t like a good capybara? Their basically a large brazillian rodent if you were curious. Donald asks what can they do and hte boys take it as a secret test of character, and not just donald being kind of lost and decide to help free trapped animals instead of treasure hunt which Donald, much like his entire life, just reacts to with “what what are we doing now?”. But they manage to free the greatful Capybara and we get this inspired bit. 

Naturally the sheer confusion of seeing this as well as being confronted with the relaly bizzare nature of his world, i.e. having both a rodent whose an old friend and one that’s clearly just a regular animal causes Donald to fall into the hole. He’s soon found by the natives.. and here we get one of the worst aspects of this story and one I honestly didn’t expect to encounter given Rosa’s research: Calling these indgeinous people’s.. “indians”. Yes really. 

We were in 2004 by this point, and even in the cultural cesspool of the early 2000′s, a time where micheal jacksons actions towards children were used for reams of jokes and where R.Kelly got off for the same just because “he makes the good musics”. What i’m saying is even in this time in history, we knew better than to use the term indian and I remember distinctily the term native american being in my text books even at this point as a kid. So Rosa, a world traveled knowledgable adult.. has no excuse for this, not even “It was the 50′s when this was set and they’d used this” as while he had Scrooge being mildly racist in “The Empire Builder from Callisota”, he didn’t you know, have scrooge use the fucking n word or other slurs during the story because you know that’s racist and he knows it’s racist. I’m coming down so hard on him because I expect BETTER. I can, even if it bothers me and I will give out about it, KINDA ignore the daisy stuff because domestic violence against men wasn’t as wellk nown, so while it dosen’t play well and I won’t pretend to enjoy it I can at least understand why rosa thought this was funny when it isn’t> This? The man clearly should know better, should know to use correct terms, and is usually better about this, but just isn’t here and for one of his last stories it’s REALLY depressing to see a man I have a ton of respect for fail this badly. It’s just a small element of hte story but it really sticks out badly and says bad things about an otherwise good man. Even a good man can really fuck up and Don.. honestly really fucked up even when, normally his portryal of indigneous people’s is really good.. and is for the rest of the story. This is just a really bad if really easy to miss bit I feel he deserves some flak over it. He knew better. This story proves he knows better in other ways and knows indgenous people deserve resepect. He just dosen’t show it in his laungauge and it’s disheartaning. 

Anyways, the Natives drop donald off with their cheif.. who turns out to not only speak perfect english, but has a rather nice modern setup and clothes. He’s the son of the former cheif whose dad, using a secret crystal city with a rich mine, paid for his son to go get an education in the US and hopefully bring back knowledge for his people. Instead all he learned was to be a greedy selfish asshat who calls his own people “savages”. This is what i’m talking about: While the indian thing is bad and Rosa should feel bad.. the rest of the story does treat these tribal peoples with genuine grace and care, as our main villian is shown as one partly because rather than respect his culture and simply use thenew knowledge of the outside world to help his people by educating them, bringing back new techniques and medcidnes while mixing it with thier old culture, the bastard prince simply wrote them off as savages and used his new learnings to rule them and get them into trapping, a buisness i’ts later made clear at the end of hte story they don’t like and only followed him because he’s their chief. And it dosen’t even come off as them following him as chief because their stupid, mainly just because of tradition and knowing they can’t escape him and he’d just find htem and find some way to cowtow them. The tribe here are innocent victimes forced into a life they don’t want by an asshole who became a colonizer instead of a hero and leader to his people and simply wants to sell them out as soon as possible to fiance a fancy and comfy life for himself.  The bad guy here is recycled from Rosa’s pre scrooge work, and works well here and honestly.. is a good villian and a good antagonist, something Rosa struggled with sometimes when not just using what barks made. He’s a chillingly realistic villian: someone who would step on where he came from instead of helping it and again treats these people as simple victims forced to be minons by circumstance and as the end of the story shows, and we’ll get to that, not nearly as stupid or “savage” as this cruel bastard thinks. And naturally being a cruel bastard, Chief, since his name isn’t given, plans to ransom donald as he naturally has no hangups about selling people AND rare animals. Thankfully Donald’s only a prisoner for a bit as Donald’s ox makes a back door and with the help of their mounts the boys free all the trapped animals and escape.. with Senior Martinez accidently taking the Chief’s necklace. Turns out that’s the sigal that signals his right to rule, so he figures if the tribe finds out it’s missing they’ll rightfully dump his ass and tells them to give chase, which the cabs find out about via a wild parrot. It’s better not to ask. 

So our heroes head into the wilderness to loose them and find a rocky slope, making their way up to some more plains. They now have both a high vantage, and a place to set up camp so do so. They also found out Martinez took the necklace, and now know why the chief is after them, but Panchito decides to keep it for now till they can figure out what to do with it. SO over the camp fire Donald decides that if they can find this lost mine that the Cheif’s dad used to go to,  they won’t need to look for diamonds the hard way and Jose’s skepticism is rebuffed by the fact that Donald’s found plenty of lost cities with scrooge.  So donald brings up the legend of the crystal city, with the guy who found it being colonel percy fawceet, and brings up more adventures you get the bit by now. Point is he mentions a crystal arch lighting up at night to ward off intruders.. and sure enough our heroes happen to be right by it, complete with a crystal road that simply had been covered by shale over the years. Donald decides to get some rest and head out in the morning, with a valid explination as to why not to worry about hteir perusers till then: It’s so dark that even if they left a trail, they can’t follow.. which the evil cheif agrees to though he finds the trail they dug up, pointing as an arrow and now realizing his dad’s treasure was real, plans to naturally exploit the hell out of it.  So the next morning, bright and early, our heroes have built a raft, and are greatful they looked in first as the waters are stalked with dangerous predatory creatures. How htey haven’t all killed each other, I do not no, but it looks cool so i’ll shut up now. So our heroes leave their mounts behind and head in up the stream via the raft and find the massvie and awe inspiring lost city.. as for why it hasnt’ been found they soon figure out why: THe stream in is dangerous, and jose figures it was delebratly packed with dangerous animals, and thus few would think to go in there, and the only ohter way up is scaling the cliffs it’s build into, but as the cities built into the sides of said cliffs, no one can see it from a distance. It’s a birlliant way to justify just WHY something remained lost and somthing barks is tremendous at. Our heroes soon find though that the canal go deeper and approaches a water fall.. and thus jump off loosing their only way back and thus heading in deeper to see if they can find another way out. Meanwhile the Cheif has found the swamp and recongizes his dad mentoning it and being a greedy jackass, and suddenly realizing that maybe his people won’t want to loot the city their swarn to protect, tells them to guard the Cabs mounts while he goes on ahead. 

Our heroes journey deeper into the unknown and after coming across pick axes mine carts and the like find the mines of fear.. lit with crystals and with wall to wall gems. So they’ve sucessful founds the lost minds of ophir, set up by one of king solomon’s realtiives. The actual King Solomons Mines had been found in a barks story, naturally and is also likely the basis for the african mines level in the ducktales game. 

Donald being donald.. ends up sitting on a giant anaconda who swallows him whole as he dosen’t realize just how big the thing is when his pals mention it to him, and only escapes through Dumb Luck, as is the duck family way, lighting a match and causing the Anadonda to spit him out and run... unfortunately not only does Panchtio loudley announce he dosen’t have his pistols, The Chief shows up with a gun. Naturally he intends to plunder, because jackass you see, and intends to leave the cabs stranded, with the anaconda picking them off one by one when they inevitibly have to sleep while he’ll come back with inflatable rafts and boats to loot the rest. The cabs bemoan the fact that their fucked.. and then this happens. 

So with that Donald FINALLY snaps, tired of taking the world’s shit and determined not to be the looser everyone around him but his boys clearly think he is. Seriously Donald.. dump. her. ass. It’d also tell you to dump gladstone in a shallow ditch but given your love for hacking through human flesh and his luck I don’t want you to impale yourself. So thus.. Donald stops getting polite and starts getting badass.. shouting THAT’S THE LAST STRAW BEFORE.. .. welll...

Bad. Ass. Also who knew Donald was part Kree? Wait .. how though? Questions for later. So as Donald gives the asshole his RICHELY deserved asshole a beat down, the anaconda pops up and grabs the boat.. with Donald STILL fighting the Chief the whole time. Holy shit. If this is your last time writing a character in a lead role what a note to go out on holy jesus. The cabs however show their CLOSE to as badass with Panchito roping the anconda and Jose attacking it once it curls around.. and unlike last time where his umbrella was quickly disarmed, here the Anaconda eats the tip.. only for Jose to expand it and on Panchito’s command, hook the damn thing. I didn’t relaize till writing this up just HOW badass this story’s climax is.. just holy shit this is awesome incarnate. 

Donald ends up loosing the fight eventually as asshole whomps him on the head with the gems.. and sends donald flying, destroying the gate regulating the water thanks to freeing the anaconda. As a result asshole escapes.. for about five seconds till he drops over the falls, presumibly to his MUCH deserved death and even if he surivives, likely wont’ for long without anything to defend himself. Goodbye asshole, you were a good villian but you’ll be better tarantula chow. 

Our heroes are still stranded.. but Panchito notices the Anadconda escaping and well... he decides to equal donald in badassery. Again..words do not do this justice. 

Our heroes disembark, and find that the tribe has been held at bay by the noble steeds, and as I mentioned earlier, and why despite the frequent use of .. that word i’ve said enough already, this story isn’t too bad. The tribe, once free.. are perfectly intellegent and nice, only in the game because of tradition that asshole abused. Their going to head deeper into the valley on the offchance asshole makes it back so he can’t find them. So the tribe is free and seeing the emblem as the symbol of their opressor and not wanting it, they can likely make a new necklace honestly just without the gems, Panchito gets to keep it. So our heroes won, the adventure is over and our heroes head back to rio

In our final scene we get our wrap up with our heroes back in Rio to enjoy what’s left of their vacation.. which given the scope of events only two days of it have passed so far, so it’s nicely implied they have a day or two before Donald has to go back where he can just.. enjoy himself. Have an actual vacation now his soul is whole again. Our heroes went to the authorities, and it turns out the Chief was one of the most infamous trappers in Brazil, and is now again either dead or in no way shape or form easily able to come back into the country.. and when he does, he’ll now have every officer in the country on his ass.So in short he’s pretty fucked and i’m pretty happy about that.  Naturally our heroes dont’ get to keep the mines, because well... it belongs ina museum.. or to become a museum and cultural landmark and the boys know and respect that. But Jose and Panchito both still got something out of the deal: for starters they have their confidence back, as seeing tthey could keep up with donald after realizing what a legend their friend is restored their own weary souls. Meanwhile, Jose’s newfound fame as the man who found a new brazilian cultural touchstone means his agent was able to get him booked up for a year, while Panchito , after consulting with the good senior martenez, decided ot keep the broach, and use it to get their ranch. And Donald? What did he find?

Donald found his smile again. He’s found himself again. After letting life beat him to near death, to just a souless shell. he’s found the real Donald. He’s realized that despite Scrooge’s finaical abuses he lives a rich full life. It’s part of why I compared the story to city slickers. While Donald’s life is far worse off than Billys, like him he finds himself again after the rousing adventure. And who knows what his future holds? Given Scrooge’s grave picture, yes Rosa drew that, he probably does marry daisy and work for the old bat.. but maybe now he can fight back, refuse to let htem walk all over him and actually find a healthy relationship with daisy and with his uncle before his uncle finally retires to Goldie’s loving arms. I could be wrong, it could be same as it ever was just he gets angry again.. but I like to think of something better for our boy. A better life and one more fufilled and more happy and one where he finally finds his pot of gold. He may not of found it yet but well.. there’s always another rainbow and he realizes that now just as his uncle did years ago. Donald is finally whole again to find his hapniess and a better life. Maybe with daisy, maybe with scrooge, maybe without them. Probably without Gladstone because he needs to cut that tumor out of his life, but still, he’s found himself and sometimes that’s all you need to find your purpose. So with that warm thought in my head our heroes play us out one last time. Well not for the restrospective obviously but still. 

Final Thoughts; While I do prefer the previous story, on going through this again for the review, I did find this story utterly charming and a great way to send off our boys and Donald for Rosa’s work. While again that one word is very unfortunate and Rosa should’ve known better, otherwise the story is pretty imaculate, using history to build a thrilling story with tons of character and a tremendous arc for Donald. And as I said the villian is excellent and overally the story is pretty great. Maybe held back a bit by the racisim, but the rest of the story is so joyous, badass and well crafted, it’s easy enough to override the less savory aspects. Dosen’t mean they didn’t need to be noted it just means this story is magificent and as usual for Rosa’s work I recommend it. 

Next time on the Ride of the Three Cablleros: We go to Disney Juinor for Mickey’s Perfecto Day! ..... whelp at least it’s a short one. 

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